I’ve been a bit scattered the past several days with this whole time change thing. Seriously.
I grew up in one of two small areas in the US that didn’t kowtow to The Man on the issue of Daylight Savings Time. Aside from some time in Southeast Asia, I was into my twenties before I ever moved a clock forward or set one back. I let time do its thing.
Then, I was suddenly a forced participant in this national game of Hokey Pokey with a chronological twist.
Now, after weeks of adjusting to making the morning commute in the dark, I have to reorient to the dawning sun on the horizon, manhandling my still sleeping retinas as I speed along.
It also adds an added level of complexity to an item that has been a staple in every phone conversation with my mom ever since I left home.
“What time is it there?”
“What time is it there?
(it’s not as though she has to calculate Pi)
“Well, the time changed last night.”
(her tone indicates that it is entirely possible that she holds hobgoblins in the night responsible)
Mom is not amused. I rehash how time zones work and the unchanging fact that, so long as both of us live where we do, it will always be an hour later there, no matter what hobgoblins might do with the clocks.
But, to quote a line from the movie Some Kind Of Wonderful, directed by the late John Hughes, “It’s just time, it’s not like it means anything.”
There were hundreds of songs with time in the title when I searched the hard drive. Here is a quartet…
Alan Parsons Project – Time
from The Turn Of A Friendly Card
They might have had progressive leanings, but one-time Abbey Road Studios engineer Alan Parsons’ collective also produced some masterful singles. The ultra-wistful Time is an autumn song to me.
My Bloody Valentine – We Have All The Time In The World
from Peace Together
Peace Together was a compilation from ’93, a charity record for some organization promoting peace in Northern Ireland. My first trip to the UK coincided with the Good Friday Peace Accord which happened four years later.
As a kid in the States in the late ’70s/early ’80s, the troubles in Ireland were inscrutible. All I really understood was that a lot of folks were suffering, mostly ordinary people who merely wanted to live their lives. To watch the news, it seemed like an intractable war.
Three decades later, it seems as though that conflict has been mostly resolved. The relative calm in Northern Ireland now might be the lone thing that gives me hope the major conflicts in the world today might also reach some, if not perfect, at least benign resolution.
Culture Club – Time (Clock Of The Heart)
from Kissing To Be Clever
I have no qualms in declaring an affection for Culture Club. Boy George had a fantastic voice and they had more than a few brilliantly frothy pop songs – Do You Really Want To Hurt Me, Church Of The Poison Mind, Victims.
They also had some godawful stuff.
Time (Clock Of The Heart) is one of the former and sounds timeless. When it shuffles up on the iPod, Paloma reacts like I do to bacon.
Matthew Ryan – Time And Time Only
from East Autumn Grin
I used to smoke cigarettes with Ryan many years ago. Good times.
It’s been a long time – six, seven years – since I heard one of his albums, but I thought his first few releases were pretty compelling collections. The dire Time And Time Only makes Springsteen’s Nebraska sound positively giddy.